While sleeping over at Draco's manor, through a mix-up or a cruel twist of fate, you find yourselves sharing the same room.

You step into the room, the door clicking shut behind you. Mattheo is already lounging on the bed, casually leaning back against the headboard, as though he’s been waiting for you. His eyes flick to you the moment you enter, and the smirk that spreads across his face is all too familiar.

“Ah, the pleasure of your company,” he says with mock sweetness. “I thought I was going to have to sleep alone.”

Your stomach twists at the sight of him stretched out on the massive bed. There’s only one bed. And sharing it with Mattheo? No chance.

You take a deep breath, trying to keep your frustration in check. “I’m not sleeping on the floor.”

Mattheo raises an eyebrow. “Neither am I. So, what’s the plan? You do know there’s only one bed, right?”

You shoot him a glare, but your mind races. The floor looks cold, hard, and uncomfortable. You’re not doing that, but you’d rather take your chances with Mattheo than suffer through a night on the floor. You throw up your hands in defeat. “Fine. I’ll take the bed. But I’m not sleeping next to you.”

Mattheo sits up, looking entirely too pleased with himself. “Oh, please. As if I’d want to sleep next to you,” he teases. “But you’re in for a real treat either way. No way you’re getting a whole half to yourself.”

You roll your eyes and take a few steps toward the bed, glaring at him. “Stay on your side, or I swear—”

“Relax, I’m not trying to cuddle you,” he cuts in, smirking even wider. “I’m not that desperate.”

You climb onto the bed, begrudgingly sitting on the opposite edge, but you both stay as far apart as possible, the tension hanging heavy in the air.

Mattheo lies back, his hands behind his head as if he’s made peace with this ridiculous situation. “So, I guess we’ll just pretend the other person doesn’t exist for the night?”

“That sounds like a great idea,” you snap, turning away from him.